Parting Shots

So finally the end is here.

It's not been without many annoyances from The Twat lying to the letting agency about me not having paid my rent, making his new flatmate (who also seems to double as his lapdog) withhold my deposit and stiff me 50p in the process, deduct the cost of his letting agency fee for the new contract from my deposit and steal my bicycle pump.

Nevertheless, I am glad to be rid of him. Money is money, I will always make more. Bicycle pumps are bicycle pumps, I can always get another one once I make some more money.

Life in the new flat is shaping up quite well. My new flatmates are not without their faults, but above everything, they are reasonable people. I'd forgotten what it was like to live with people like that.

I heard a funny story from my friend K the other night. She ran into The Twat the other night in some pub in the locale and he told her he'd like to explain what happened as he was sure I'd been bitching about him to all and sundry. She told him she didn't care and walked away from it. The truth is, there is only one person who intersects mine and The Twat's mutual social circles who knows of this blog's existence. This person, I am sure, is quite discreet and will not reveal the existence of this blog to The Twat so it's not as if I've been going around telling anyone who would listen that The Twat is, well, a Twat. Everyone who asks me why I've moved out gets a stock "well, it wasn't working out" or a "creative differences" type answer. There are a couple of people who know the real story, but I'm not running to them crying about how someone took away my rattle so I think I've dealt with this in a fairly adult way. However, I find it interesting that The Twat found it necessary to try and explain things to K. I've heard him describe K in not very flattering terms so why did he feel it necessary to defend himself to her? This however, is left as an exercise for the reader. For I, thankfully - praise be to the 50 million Vedic Gods - do not have to live with him, or in the flat of misery any longer and once this blog post is over I hope to never ever have to think of The Twat again.

So what now for this blog? Should I share it with everyone like I intended to originally? No. I don't think that's necessary. It's been excellent as a form of catharsis and there is no need to attempt to humiliate The Twat with it, or in turn make me look like some sort of petty bastard. So should I take it down?

I don't know.

Maybe?

Maybe I should re-read it first?